A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took so long! There were a bunch of tweaks needed for this chapter. The fight.. :o( It was especially challenging to write. Please review and tell me what you guys think!

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FREDDIE'S POV

I am about to share my life with a crazy person.

"What the hell, Sam!" I yelled at her. "You want to delay our wedding?"

She sat calmly on the couch, a tub of Chunky Monkey ice cream on her lap. "It's only by an hour or so." she drawled, sucking on the spoon. "I don't see what the problem is..."

I can't believe she's being so dense. I placed my hands on my hips and look at her sternly. "Well, Sam," I breathed trying to quell my temper. "There are many problems with this... One, you wait until the day before our wedding to delay it! Two you just meet some random dude at the studio and suddenly dance is more important than a public declaration of our love-"

"Okay," Sam fumed putting the ice cream on the coffee table and pointing the spoon in my face. "Look, Sir Nubs-Alot, I never said anything about dance being more important than the wedding! But you know how important getting into Seattle is to me! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! You told me you would support anything I decide!"

I laughed dryly. "That's funny because up until five minutes ago I didn't even know when you were really planning to audition! How can I support something I don't know about"

"Oh stop whining, Fredlumps! You-"

"Enough with the damn names, Samantha this is serious!" I didn't want it to escalate to this. I was hoping to shake some sense into her then move on. I forgot for a second how stubborn Sam was.

"But it's not that serious!" her face was turning red fast. "Just let me go to the damn audition and I'll be back in time to say 'I do'!"

I moved closer. "That's exactly what I mean! This is the most important day of our lives and you just let some flagrant ballet guy come and ruin it?"

"He's not ruining it! How the hell is he ruining it? Explain!"

"I shouldn't have to!" my heart was racing, my palms were sweating. She couldn't do this to me. To us. "Sam... we'll be getting married. I want that to be your only focus... The fact that we will belong to each other... Forever. Don't you think that deserves a little-" I stopped, there were tears collecting in her eyes. I hated making her cry. "S-Sam?"

"How can you be so selfish?" she shouted, her voice was breaking.

I gaped at her. "WHAT? Me? Am I the one who's holding off our vows? Am I the one who is so damn stubborn and who only thinks of herself? I'm pretty sure that's you, Sam! Not me! I'm not that screwed up! You are!" I regretted saying that the moment it fell from my mouth.

We stared at each other. The tension in the room was so thick you could feel its presence like a third person. I didn't realize what I was saying or remember how sensitive Sam could be. Not until it was too late.

She took in a shaky breath, lifting her arms her sides then letting them fall back down. "Then why do you want to marry me? Since I'm so screwed up."

My heart broke. "Sam-"

"No you know what? Maybe you decided to marry me because you knew I couldn't screw up your babies since I can't have any." Tears were flowing freely now.

"Sam, that doesn't even make sense... I didn't mean-"

"Didn't mean to say that?" she smiled but it didn't come to her eyes. "Don't worry about it. I'll just leave."

She started walking to grab her purse but I stopped her. "Woah, woah, woah... Wait a second!" She didn't answer or look at me, she just gathered her purse and walked into the bedroom to get extra clothing. I felt my tears coming too. "Sam, please don't do this... Where are you gonna go?"

Still not looking at me, she opened her phone and took out a little card and dialed a number. It rang a few seconds then she said: "Hey, Chandler? Yeah it's Sam. Do you think we can meet up at The Groovy Smoothie? I need to talk to you. 'Kay. Bye."

I swallowed hard. "So you're going off with a guy you just met when the guy who loves you more than anything in this world is standing here begging you to do one simple thing and just say your vows on time."

She paused at the door. "If you loved me... You would let me follow my dream." And she left. I stumbled slowly back to the leather couch. The couch we worked so hard to buy. The couch we made love on countless times. The couch with a lollipop stash under the pillow that I pretend not to know about. The couch with mango stains that just wouldn't come up, so Sam made me sit on it the entire tie when company came. Memories flooded my mind.

I wanted to go after her, but I couldn't make myself move. I told myself it was to give her space. But I really didn't want to know whether or not there would be a wedding in the morning.

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SAM'S POV

What did just I do?

I never meant for it to end this way. When I left, I shut the door slowly and stood there facing it for a good five minutes, trying to figure out what to do. Should I have called Chandler? Should I just march back in there and apologize? Forget the whole thing and sleep happily in Freddie's arms and just enjoy being with him the night before our wedding? I pressed my back against the wall next to the door and slid down to the floor, dropping my head in my hands. I suddenly desperately wanted Freddie to hold me. I was aching for him, but my pride would not let me get up and open that door.

Eventually, I stood up and wiped away tears that I didn't even realize had fallen. I started to move and stopped in front of our front door, still conflicted. Fredwad had to be the nubbiest nub of them all to make me feel this way. Dance was part of my life long before he came into it. I shouldn't have let something this small get to me. But something in the back of my mind kept reminding me that Freddie in many ways meant more to me than dance.

What the crap.

Since when did I become such a priss? I had to get away. The walk to Groovy Smoothie was long. At least ten blocks from my apartment building. It would give me some time to clear my head. After what felt like the longest elevator ride of my life, I breezed through the quiet lobby and stepped through the glass doors into the crisp, cool Seattle air. I took a deep breath through my nose. The cold shocked my body and I felt somewhat free. There were no worries in my mind. No Freddie. No Seattle Dance Company. Just me and the air around me.

The streets were basically empty as I walked in the direction of the smoothie shop. I knew I couldn't let Carly find me or she'd definitely send me back home to Freddie. So would Julia and Mel. If I went back there was Freddie. At the thought, guilt clouded my thoughts. Just keep moving, Sam. I told myself, elongating my strides along the pavement. My heels clicked frantically and I kept going, trying desperately to keep my mind free of all distraction.

The bustle of the city around me was soothing. Blaring horns and the sonic boom of planes flying overhead. Freddie loved the sounds of the city. During the nights when we were both home at the same time, I would lay awake, pretending to sleep, listening to the way his breathing slowed as he listened to the sounds coming from the open window. Freddie loved so many things... Low-Fat Fat Cakes because the normal ones were too sweet for his taste; fencing (which I thought he looked hot while doing); his crazed mother; strawberry smoothies... and me. He loved me... More than anyone had ever loved me.

His last words echoed in my mind. "So you're going off with a guy you just met when the guy who loves you more than anything in this world is standing here begging you to do one simple thing and just say your vows on time."

My breath caught in my throat. What was I doing? Running away from Freddie? I should be running to him! I stopped walking and turned on my heels, jogging swiftly back towards my apartment building, but I was stopped by a deep voice calling my name.

"Sam!" the man shouted.

I knew the voice and turned to face it. "Chandler?"

A/N: See that adorable little button down there? It's calling to you! R&R please!